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Today
Hip-Hop/Rap
Today was released on April 27, 2026 by kiLomma as a part of the album Beef & Broccoli
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Release DateApril 27, 2026
LabelkiLomma
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Synclair Vincent
Synclair Vincent
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Synclair Vincent
Synclair Vincent
Songwriter
Adegoke Ade-Adyeni
Adegoke Ade-Adyeni
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gaba Esto
Gaba Esto
Producer

Lyrics

All my **** got better coverage than AT&T on the countryside
Pull in the drive way, 350z with the buggy eyes with funny guys
I keep 98 + 2, you can take pictures of my ugly side
Stunts aside, I can be limping for my momma
I got take care of the family no matter what so you must decide
Whether to live or die, I ain't picking sides
Gun besides my hip like Mr. Morgan on the sunny side
Yes, in this Airbnb I like my eggs sunny side
The youngest **** to take charge since clementine
But so glad I got a valentine in this ugly world
I'm beyond success, it goes deep being actually Hammerstein
With Richey Rodgers, or Michael Jackson dancing as Frankenstein
Can't move steady with an unbalanced mind
Ashwaganda with the Maca leaves keeps me stable
I'm forever and always satisfied
I speak in parables, it's not comparable to your peers
Your raps is terrible, not even shareable to the ears
Your fit ain't wearable, I stare at you
With laughter brings tears
you ain't hungry like I am, I'm tryna make my career
So hand me a beer, light Michelob is something I prefer
I be dragging on the freeway but there's no need for an officer
I for sure can't have no **** breathing on my back
If you hit me for a feature, Imma breathe life on ya track
now I'm going back to back
Marty McFly but I'm black
Precision, I could never lack
I draw my bow, release, attack
Reminiscent of that Ghibli
I move with purpose, carry all my forefathers with me
God, I hope she hear me
Tryna turn a dollar to a 50
The story of the city
Gotta move tact, or it get tricky
I hate the humid air, it makes me sticky
The bars, the flow, it's sickly
Ain't nobody that can hit me
Peace to the Alien, the hottest **** in the city
With the outcome, I'm the greatest ya mother heard of
How dumb to stoop me so low in the dirt, that's where I sprout from
In Japan eating cow tongue, running routes from you ****
I don't need gum, I speak with a corrupted tongue
My presence prickly, punctured too deep now you on a spick
Ya situation sticky, forgive me for my ego, I'm next to Reagan Ripley
I get drunk and listen to Tricky, please don't bother me
You a pick me, a parasocial sad case of loneliness but I am too
So let's have a quickie, I'm fucked up severely
But wait till that money come correctly, I'll be so dearly
Tea tree in my hair, all moisturized, I smell like ya girl, all rich and pretty
But today I'm cracked and dirty like a Lens now
But today you get fucked up, it's the end now
Today I staple myself on stone, no need to pretend now
I've sensed how I'm gonna make it, that's why I'm so ahead now
Written by: Adegoke Ade-Adyeni, Synclair Vincent
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